Today marks the 13th anniversary of the deadly terrorist attacks on September 11.
I remember where I was when that happened. I was a freshman in high school, in third period math class when I found out about the first plane hitting the tower. I thought it was an accident, like maybe the pilot just had a heart attack or stroke, or something. I don’t remember what I had fourth period; I’m thinking maybe science class? But by fifth period lunch, everyone knew that it had been a terrorist attack and not an accident. Some kids were crying, saying they wanted to go home. The principal announced that all after-school activities were cancelled until further notice.
Whenever I see images of the towers burnings, of the destruction, of the people crying….I get angry. Angry at the terrorists who hate us so much that they would stoop so low. And then….part of me feels pity. They are being lied to. Deceived by the father of lies. Satan, who is out to steal, kill, and destroy. They wanted to steal our freedom, kill innocent people, and destroy our country.
I like to watch George Bush’s 9/11 speech to the nation on YouTube. I felt so safe with him in charge. He actually cared about country, unlike the current doofenschmirtz who doesn’t know what he’s doing and would rather play golf than take charge. >:(
But I digress. I like to watch Bush’s speech, and I even have a favorite part. There’s one part in his speech where he says “These acts of mass murder were intended to frighten our nation into chaos and retreat. But they have failed.”
I love those last four words. “But they have failed.” They’re comforting to me.
September 11 was a day of hell for many people, both literally and figuratively. People were trapped in buildings and airplanes, enduring 2,000 degree fire and burning to their death. People lost their loved ones, whose lives were suddenly cut short in a tragic ending.
In a way, it reminds me of Easter. Satan thought he could kill Jesus. Satan, who wanted to be better than God, and whose pride got him kicked out of Heaven, has been lying to people, deceiving them, taking them on the road to a literal hell. He doesn’t want anyone to go to Heaven and he thought by having Jesus killed, he could end that.
But he doesn’t realize Who he’s up against. Jesus was killed and buried. And for 2 days, it seemed like hell had won. I’m sure the devil was gloating, smiling with glee, sure that the whole world was his for the taking.
But he had failed.
Because on the third day, Jesus overcame death. He came back to earth to see his disciples, to talk and pray with them, and to offer everyone eternal life.
Just like America united together and banded together against our enemies, and rose up against evil, Jesus also rose up against evil, and death.
Out of the ashes and rubble of the demolished World Trade Center towers came a new tower, called One World Trade Center.
Out of the ashes and rubble of the demolished World Trade Center towers arose a cross.
A cross arose from hell. Out of the fire, dirt, and mangled, twisted parts of the building, arose a symbol of hope. That even in the midst of a horrible day, where radical Muslims killed in the name of Islam, to their god, Allah, God still reigns.
Amidst the fear, anger, and sadness…..there was hope.
There’s a song by Chris Tomlin called “Our God”, and one of the verses goes like this: “Into the darkness You shine….Out of the ashes You rise….There’s no one like You…..none like You.”
Into the dark day of September 11, shone a cross. Out of the ashes He rose. Showing himself faithful even on America’s darkest day.
There really is no one like Him. <3